You can tell we had a good party on Saturday by the fact that my husband and I slept until noon on Sunday.
As predicted, four o'clock turned out to be too early of a start time. I barely had time to make all the food and take a shower before the first guests arrived. My husband was in the shower then.
We ended up having a total of fourteen guests whose arrival times spanned from four o'clock on the dot to about nine o'clock. The last two couples stayed until well after midnight.
I thought the turnout was good, but my husband later fixated on the three or four people who had said they were coming and never showed up. I told him he's starting to behave like one of his bitter old aunts and he needs to look at the glass as 3/4 full.
As I shopped for party food, it occurred to me that some of my original ideas were a little too girly. Thus, I chose to make Ro-tel/Velveeta dip with tortilla chips, mini smoky links in barbecue sauce, and dill dip for the potato chips. We ended up getting one giant pizza and some cheesy breadsticks. My "healthy" compromise purchase was a veggie tray with ranch dip.
The guests went through it all like a swarm of locusts. We had a little bit of pineapple upside down cake left, but that was about it. Oddly, we had leftover beer, too, but it's probably because some of the guests brought their own.
During the party, my husband was being cagey about his age because our guitarist is younger than both of us and we'd been carefully neglecting to say how old we are as long as we've known him. At some point when I wasn't around, someone pinned the big 5-0 on my husband in everyone's earshot, so the cat was out of the bag.
It later transpired that our guitarist hadn't been entirely upfront about his own age. I distinctly remember him telling us not long ago that he was 35, but on Saturday he fessed up to being 37. So we're all big ol' liars.
The party was a good warm-up for our BIG annual party, which we'll probably have in early June. That's the one where we invite pretty much everyone we know, so if you live anywhere near me, expect an invitation late next month.
Well, I'm off to take Xena to the vet to be spayed, pick up my tax forms from my accountant, and visit the doctor to see why I still have constant heartburn despite my daily dose of Nexium.
Have a lovely Monday!